I wrote this for our last UK general election, before I started my blog, so it should all be new to you all.
Based on the actual manifestos for our general election, and one other!

So, Clear Stoma = Kier Starmer (One can see right through him and what he’s full of)
Richy Nonacs, no explanation needed.
The Greens, not so much green, more sort of yellowy.
The fantastic Keith Robinson =Me (The only one can save the world)🤞

Will I vote next time? The words “Rock and hard place” spring to mind.

Clear Stoma. Hard Labour Party.

Dear Mr Clear Stoma
You’ll say anything to please.
Build more prisons, for the riff raff,
Build more, homes, and habitat for bees.

Build more wind turbines,
For the electric cars to drive round.
Put them any where you like,
But they won’t work underground.

Build more reservoirs,
Fill them up with water.
Less room for normal people,
But good if you’re a yachter.

So, build more prisons, hospitals, and homes,
But Mr Stoma, and I’ll tell you to your face.
When we’re all packed in like sardines,
You cannot build more space.

Richy Nonacs. Constipation Party

Oh Mr Nonacs.
What’s that you gonna do?
Put the kids in national service,
Have you thought this through?

There’s one major problem,
I think you should have known,
How you gonna train them,
When they’re stuck to their bloody phone.

Poor old Sergeant Major,
He’s going to have to ask,
For them to put their phones down,
I don’t envy him the task.

It’s going to create a black market,
Dealing in mobile phones.
Smuggling them into boot camps,
Hidden in cakes and scones.

I only hope we’re ready,
When Putin comes a calling.
To see soldiers all on their phones,
Will be a sight quite appalling.

Any habit be can deadly,
But soldiers addicted to phones?
Maybe first put the trainees in rehab,
So they don’t end up as bones.

Don’t forget your Greens

It’s now time to save the world,
That’s what the Greens are saying.
But who’s gonna save Britain,
When Putin comes a baying.

Do you remember the wimpy kid,
When you were all at school?
He was really quite clever,
But everyone took him for a fool.

Well thats the problem we have right here,
With our friends the Greenies,
We’ll be open to attack,
Like The Beetles from Blue Meanies.

Keith Robinson.

Just like my brother Heath,
I like to cobble things together.
So here’s how I’d change the world,
And even improve the weather.

I’d build a big umbrella,
Over our lovely Britain,
I’d make sure the sun did shine,
That I’d do for certain.

The rich and the church,
They could all go a sailing.
I’d get rid of royalty too,
And have president Michael Palin.

All new cars, should be scrapped,
And only old ones built,
They would all run on petrol,
Made from politicians guilt.

VOTE NOW YOU KNOW HOW.

All words Meadowhead Bard